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I am a ray of sunshine - starting fires and causing cancer.

A jack of all asses.

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To be the best Internet jackass I can be and provide customers with unparalleled service in a completely non-sexual way.

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The content of this blog is a celebration of irreverence. Its purpose is to entertain, connect and serve as a forum for my ranting, grumbles and over-sharing. Opinions expressed do not necessarily reflect the opinions of my employer, parents, grandparents, civilized society, most animal species or myself when not menstruating. Quite frankly, they are the product of a deeply disturbed mind. In short, this blog is not for human consumption. If ingested, induce vomiting.

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5 November 09

Bio Option A

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Aimee. She lived a comfortable life in the majestic kingdom of Wichita. She was not like other girls. They wanted to be princesses. Aimee wanted to be a dinosaur. When she told others about her dream, they were less-than supportive.

“Silly Aimee! You cannot be a dinosaur. You are a little girl. And a very weird one, at that! Now put on your pointy princess hat and puffy-sleeved dress and go have a tea party with the others.”

So for a very long time, she did just that – played nicely with the other girls. But as soon as they turned their backs, she would pull her arms in her sleeves, kick the dirt and quietly roar to herself.

The End.

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